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Here is the latest Aruba Visio Stencil Library. I will update this article when another is released.
when I open the files there is nothing in them. I am using Visio version 14.0.7147 is the stencil compatible with this version or is there some trick to opening the collection of files?
Same issue
Is anyone from Aruba following this who can respond
Any update on these Visio Stencils?
Hi all. To open this file, I create a new drawing, then in the stencils window, go to "More Shapes" and select "Open Stencil". It's worked for me on Visio 2010 and another user that was using a newer version. Hope this helps!
That does not work which is why I have posted here
SAME exact experience on my end as others have reported. This Visio Stencil does not work. Aruba needs to engage and get us a good template.
same here for me
May I know where the vss file is located? Thanks
Sorry for the delay on updating the post we were having some unique issues with the stencils. Please give it another try and let us know how it goes.
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thanks Jamie for the link. However, I couldn't find 3200 controller stencil. Can you please upload that too?
Let me see if I can round these up product stencils up.
Any luck on the 3200 controller stencils? Could really use them.
Jamie, I downloaded the zip file and cant even open it. Is this still valid? I am looking for antenna stencils for a customer.
You can find the 3200 and pretty much anything else from the 7200 controllers and prior in this link:
Hello everyone,
I just downloaded the file, unzipped it and it works great (I mean the one on the first post of this thread). Thank you so much!
Will there be an updated stencil pack similar to the older stencil pack? The newer stencil pack works well for presentation slides, but a more realistic stencil would be preferred for technical documentation. Curious if that is something that may become available. Thank you.
In Visio Pro 2016, all I see are generic looking outline drawings. That just won't do for a technical drawing.
I went to Visio Cafe and found actual Aruba networking switch visio stencils listed under the HPE-Networking section.
The file is HPE-Networking.zip . They are listed by series, 3xxx-switches, 5xxx-switches, etc.
Hope that helps.
This post is 3 years old. I am looking for stencils for aruba IAP 367 and IAP 365. Also looking for 5406 R switches.
I hope someone reads these posts....
We need up to date libraries for current devices.
I am looking for stencils for aruba IAP 305


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As a kid — like almost all kids, I imagine — I was resolutely against onions. No, not in any dishes, please and thank you. And I was totally convinced that I could tell when they were in something. Until my mum did a little experiment. With my eyes closed, she gave me a piece of cooked celery and a piece of sauteed onion to taste. If I could tell them apart, I won. And if I couldn't, then I wasn't allowed to complain about onions ever again.
I failed.
Even though it was a 50-50 shot.
Now, I find the whole thing amusing. These days, almost all of my favourite dishes start with sauteeing some diced onions in butter or olive oil or both. (Like this one or this one or this one. Huh. Think I have a pasta addiction? Yeah.)
Of course, they don't have to just be the start of a dish.
A few months ago, over at my day job, I wrote a piece about saving the standard sandwich. I made some jazzed up mayo with lemon juice and a whole bunch of herbs and then I made onion jam. That was my first time making it and it was a revelation. Sweet and savoury, rich and that slight hit of vinegar. Dear god help me, I was eating it with a fork. Seriously. And I had just made some no-knead bread and I had a chunk of brie and for the next three days, that became my go-to snack. (That and the herb mayo on toast with thin slices of tomato. Drool.)
A few weeks ago, I made a little Mexican feast (guacamole — recipe coming — and slow-cooked pork and tortillas) and at the last second, I thought nothing could improve this delicious trifecta than a little zing from pickled onions. I did a quick surf around the web, found a recipe and whipped them up. It made those little tacos sing. Seriously.
And then, a few days ago, I bought two red onions for reasons that are entirely unclear to me. And so, with two red onions and two recipes that would transform those little purple globes into something amazing, (And that's with me liking red onions to begin with.) I got cracking.
I made Pickled Onions and Onion Jam.
I didn't have brie this time around, so I've been eating the onion jam with Monterey Jack. Less fancy, still tasty. And I don't have homemade tortillas, slow-roasted pork and guacamole, but I do have toasted bagels and ripe avocados that I've just mashed on top before lacing on top a few forkfuls of pickled onions. So simple, so good.
One quick note on the pickled onions: I made them the first time without the fennel and the second time with. Since I don't love fennel, I will probably leave it out from now on. But if you do actually like fennel, then go for it. Other recipes I found also called for allspice berries (don't have any; trying really hard to stop buying ingredients for just one recipe) and dried chiles (don't have any and didn't really want that kick of heat.) So, in short, this is totally adaptable. This is how I did it this time around.
Pickled Onions
Adapted from several sources.
- 3/4 cup white vinegar
- 3 tablespoons sugar
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 bay leaf
- 5 whole cloves
- 5 peppercorns
- 1/4 teaspoon fennel seeds
- 1/4 teaspoon coriander
- 1/4 teaspoon mustard seeds
- 1 large red onion, peeled, and thinly sliced into rings
In a small, non-reactive saucepan, heat the vinegar, sugar, salt and spices until the mixture comes to a boil. Add the onion slices and lower heat, simmering gently for about a minute. Remove from heat and let cool. Transfer the onions and the liquid into a container and refrigerate.
Onion Jam
- 2 tablespoons (30 mL) olive oil
- 2 tablespoons (30 mL) butter
- 2 red onions, halved and sliced into 1/4-inch (1/2-cm) moons
- 1 clove garlic, crushed (optional)
- 1 teaspoon (5 mL) fresh thyme
- ¼ cup (60 mL) balsamic vinegar
- 1 tablespoon (15 mL) sugar
- pinch salt
In a saute pan, heat olive oil and butter over medium heat until melted.
Add onions and a pinch of salt (which helps to draw out the onions' moisture) and garlic (if using); saute until onions are cooked and caramelized, about 15 minutes. Add sugar and thyme, stirring to dissolve the sugar.
Add vinegar. Simmer until it is thick and has a jam-like consistency, about 5 minutes. Remove garlic clove.


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On Monday, the Republican National Committee released the official schedule for the first day of the Republican National Convention which will kickoff on Monday, August 27th, at the Tampa Bay Times Forum, in Tampa Bay, Florida (see the itinerary below this post). The schedule includes more than 34 speakers that span both the afternoon and evening sessions, but the most coveted speaking slot that closes out the first night of the convention will go to Mitt Romney's wife Anne.Leading up to the future First Lady will be a host of high profile stars, rising stars, and even a former Democrat, Congressman Artur Davis.
Before running for the Democrat nomination for Governor of Alabama in 2009, Davis represented Alabama's 7th Congressional District from 2007 to 2011, and was one of President Obama's earliest supporters. In fact he was the first politician outside of Illinois to endorse Obama's run for President.
Three years later, Davis, an African-American, is now a Republican and probably one of the best examples of the current popular sentiments of disappointment that most Americans have with President Obama, a point that will dovetail quite well with the the theme for the first night of the G.O.P. convention……"We Can Do Better".
Also speaking on Monday night will be conservative stars such as Kentucky Senator Rand Paul, South Carolina Governor Nikki Haley, T.E.A. movement sweetheart, Texas Republican U.S. Senate nominee Ted Cruz, and the ever popular former Governor of Arkansas and 2008 candidate for the Republican presidential nomination, Mike Huckabee.
Interspersed within that list of high profile leaders are other powerful but less known speakers such as Barbara Comstock and Washington Rep. Cathy McMorris Rodgers.
Perhaps one of the most intriguing orators scheduled for Monday though is Luce' Vela Fortuno, the First Lady of Puerto Rico. In what seems to be a decision to have Luce' Fortuno introduce Anne Romney, the G.O.P. is obviously trying to appeal to Hispanics and specificall Hispanic women.
The Party could have easily had a more widely known and politically established female Republican figure such as Condoleezza Rice introduce Anne Romney to the American people. Instead they chose to go with the lesser know First Lady of Puerto Rico, whose husband, Luis Fortuno, will be making a prime time speech to the convention in one of the two nights following Luce's prime time remarks. But the decision to go with Luce Fortuno is a good one. As most of us know by now, first impressions are lasting impressions, and by having Luce Fortuno introduce Anne Romney, many Hispanic Americans men and women alike will be left with a first impression of Anne Romney that at least has a positive subliminal connection to one of their own, A Hispanic woman who is a leading figure in Puerto Rico. `
While many similar, not so subtle, political strategies will play out throughout the night, expect each one of those who speak to bring home the overriding theme of the evening……. "We Can Do Better". ``
According to R.N.C. Chairman Reince Priebus, "Republicans reject the notion that America's 'new normal' consists of 42 months of deep unemployment and greater debt, Americans know we can do better than joblessness, poverty and debt, and this convention will present our vision for a brighter, better future and it will lay out an optimistic, achievable plan to make it happen." ``
"Probably no four words could better sum up the conclusion that is shared by millions of Americans as they look back on the past four years," said Convention CEO William Harris. "We can do better than this, and the country knows it." ``The convention will host 2,286 delegates and 2,125 alternate delegates from all 50 states, the District of Columbia and five territories. It will also include approximately 15,000 credentialed media—an international press corps second only in size to this summer's London Olympic Games—as well as a global audience that will witness a "convention without walls" thanks to the G.O.P.'s Internet and social media efforts."
Schedule for Monday, August 27, 2012
*As part of its "convention without walls" program to make the convention open and accessible, Republican officials also released today the convention schedule for Monday, August 27 through the convention's mobile app – Tampa 2012 (http://connect.gopconvention2012.com).
2:00 pm
- Chairman of the RNC Reince Priebus
- Color Guard
- Pledge of Allegiance
- National Anthem: The Oak Ridge Boys
- Invocation
- Opening procedural steps, appointment of convention committees
- Welcoming remarks, and House and Senate candidates and RNC auxiliaries
- RNC Chairman Priebus
- RNC Co-Chairman Sharon Day
- Tampa Mayor Bob Buckhorn
- Convention Chief Executive Officer William Harris
- Chairman of Tampa Bay Host Committee Al Austin
- Republican Congressional Candidates
- State Delegate Barbara Comstock (VA)
- Representative Tim Griffin (AR)
- Republican Senate Candidates
- Republican National Committee auxiliaries
- Consideration of convention committee reports
- RNC Chairman Reince Priebus
- Committee on Credentials Chairman Mike Duncan
- Committee on Permanent Organization Chairwoman Zoraida Fonalledas
- Convention Permanent Chairman Speaker John Boehner, Presiding
- Official Convention Photograph
- Committee on Rules Chairman John Sununu
- Committee on Resolutions Chairman Governor Bob McDonnell
- Committee on Resolutions Co-Chairman Senator John Hoeven
- Committee on Resolutions Co-Chairman Rep. Marsha Blackburn
- Roll Call for Nomination of President of the United States
- Roll Call for Nomination of Vice President of the United States
7:15 p.m. Recess
7:45 p.m. Reconvene
- Remarks by Speaker John Boehner
- Remarks by Governor Rick Scott (FL)
- Remarks by RNC Chairman Reince Priebus
- Video
- Remarks by Senator Rand Paul (KY)
- Various Speakers
- Remarks by Rep. Cathy McMorris Rodgers (WA)
- To Be Announced
- Remarks by Artur Davis and video
- Remarks by Senate Republican Candidate Ted Cruz (TX)
- Musical Act
- Remarks by Governor Nikki Haley (SC)
- Remarks by Mike Huckabee
- Remarks by Mrs. Luce' Vela Fortuno
- Remarks by Mrs. Ann Romney
- Benediction by Sammy Rodriguez and adjournment.
About the 2012 Republican National Convention
The 2012 Republican National Convention will be held at the Tampa Bay Times Forum August 27-30, 2012. Nearly 50,000 visitors are expected to come to the Tampa Bay area for the event, including delegates, alternate delegates, media and other guests. For more information about the 2012 Republican National Convention, become part of the virtual convention at www.ConventionWithoutWalls.com, visit our website www.GOPConvention2012.com and check out our official blog, Conventional Wisdom, at www.gopconvention2012.com/blog/.
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The UMMS Wellstone is pursuing three collaborative and complementary research projects with the overriding theme of "Biomarkers for Therapeutics of FSHD".
Project 1: Genetic Modifiers of FSHD
The severity of FSHD is variable among individuals, even within the same family with the same contracted D4Z4 allele and permissive haplotype. These findings implicate a role for additional genetic determinants of FSHD disease that modulate its clinical manifestations and severity. The overall goal of Project 1 is to recruit families with individuals divergent for FSHD clinical symptoms for exome and genome sequencing analyses to identify genetic modifiers of disease severity in families with genetic carriers of FSHD.
Project 2: FSHD Disease Biomarkers
Molecular biomarkers of FSHD disease pathology: Molecular technologies are utilized to identify FSHD disease biomarkers in the FSHD transcriptome to reveal underlying mechanisms of FSHD muscle pathology and to effectively and efficiently monitor efficacy of FSHD drugs in clinical trials.
Epigenetic biomarkers of FSHD disease severity: Epigenetic mechanisms have a central role in FSHD disease pathology and progression. Studies focus on mechanisms that regulate the DNA methylation status of the 4q35 locus, to modify expression of the FSHD disease gene, DUX4, in families of genetic carriers of FSHD.
Project 3: Animal Models of FSHD for Therapy Development
FSHD is one of the most common forms of muscular dystrophy and yet the basic pathophysiology resulting in muscle weakness in the disorder is largely unknown. The goal of Project 3 is to develop novel animal models of FSHD, including humanized mouse muscle xenograft models and zebrafish models, for two purposes. These models will 1) enable studies of the pathogenesis of FSHD, as well as 2) serve as platforms for preclinical studies to develop FSHD therapeutics.


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America began in the 17th century when John Smith and his globe-trotting troupe of Europeans landed on the shore of the James River in what would become James City County. Still there are the remains of the original English settlement on Jamestown Island and the Jamestown Settlement museum, which takes visitors back to the earliest of colonial times.
From old to new, James City is also home to Busch Gardens Europe, an amusement park world renowned for its roller coasters. The park features Griffon, the world's largest floorless coaster, along with four other world famous thrill rides.
Plans are to build a new 260-foot "tower coaster," which will fill the voide left earlier this year when the park closed the Big Bad Wolf — the world's first suspended coaster.
With an eye on growth, the county recently completed a sweeping overhaul of its Comprehensive Plan, a blueprint for development for the next five years, themed "Historic Past, Sustainable Future."
One of its more pristine areas is Kingsmill, a gated resort community that features three championship golf courses, a spa and more than 20 residential neighborhoods, all built in the last three decades by Anheuser-Busch. The beer-making company was recently purchased by InBev, and the resort is currently for sale.
James City is also home to Prime Outlets, one of the most popular outlets malls in the country. The county recently saw the opening of Quarterpath Crossing Shopping Center on Route 199, which is anchored by a Harris Teeter grocery store and includes restaurants, shops and banks.
— Dan Parsons
James City Population: 63,735 Area: 144 square miles Founded: 1634 Median age: 40.5 Board of Supervisors chairman: James Kennedy, 566-1157, jkennedy@james-city .va.us County website: www.jccegov.com


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- Unknown said...
ironic you're trying to talk about Saturn. :)
- April 23, 2012 at 11:39 AM
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If anyone knows anything about this issue (how to fix it?), let me know. I won't be able to post until this is solved. Sigh.
- April 23, 2012 at 12:58 PM
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- Willow said...
That's because I took down the post I was refering to...and this one doesn't have any spacing in it.
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I use Wordpress, so my apologies if this doesn't make sense for your platform, but have you tried adding line breaks in the html? I have to do that sometimes when Wordpress decides to ignore all spacing commands (randomly, it seems). A pain, I know. Good luck!
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I was considering moving to WordPress because of this...might still do that, though I'm leery, as I've heard it sometimes doesn't migrate all the posts. You also lose all your comments, tags, and pictures. Though I do like that you can make separate pages in WordPress. That's the big draw.
- April 24, 2012 at 7:56 AM
- Anonymous said...
I've gone back and forth between the two and have abandoned WP for now. You can make pages with blogger, too. I don't know if this is a new thing or what. The new layout is disconcerting. Glad to see you up and running again.
- April 24, 2012 at 10:09 AM
- Willow said...
Oh, yeah, now that you mention it, I see you can make pages on Blogger now, too. Must be new.
One nice thing about WordPress is you can pay another site to host your blog, so if WordPress ever goes down, your blog should stay available.
- April 24, 2012 at 10:44 AM
- Willow said...
I have to say, this new editor is unwieldy. It lags and just seems needlessly cumbersome. Let's hope they are still working the kinks out?
- April 24, 2012 at 11:42 AM
- Willow said...
But I do love that you can have page tabs now.
- April 24, 2012 at 12:48 PM


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After making an excellent start to his United career, Evans' performances dipped last term. The £17million arrival of Phil Jones provided competition and there were doubts over the Northern Ireland international's future. But Evans has responded to the challenge and - until last weekend's setback against Everton - Nemanja Vidic's absence had hardly been noticed.
The 24-year-old is delighted with his form, and concedes the comments he made during a pre-season interview in Boston might have gone slightly too far. He said: "Maybe I was too honest. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. It was an honest opinion of myself, I guess."
He added: "People thought I had a bad season but, in my mind, it was only a period of games in which I didn't play too well. One or two of those performances were highlighted by others but every player goes through that. It was up to me to find a way to get through it.
"Everybody needs to be challenged. You either rise to it or you don't, and if you don't then you don't deserve to be at a club like Manchester United."
Evans does not regard his situation as being any different to that of Paul Scholes, whose performances since abandoning retirement in January were good enough to secure third place in the Football Writers' Association awards. It feels like Scholes has enjoyed an unchecked ride, however, as Evans points out, the 36-year-old has faced many battles.
"United always buy players because they want to improve," he said. "Paul has been here all his life, but look at the quality of midfielders who have been bought during the time he's been here. Juan Sebastian Veron and Owen Hargreaves are just the start.
"Paul has played almost 700 games, is regarded as one of the best players of all time and a legend at the club. But even he has had to overcome obstacles."
Evans is now up to 125 appearances in his four seasons as a first-team regular, which says as much about the injury problems encountered by Vidic and Rio Ferdinand as it does about his own abilities, which persuaded Sir Alex Ferguson to sell Gerard Pique back to Barcelona.
"When I came back from that loan spell at Sunderland [in 2008], I never thought I would play more than 30 games in my first season," Evans said. "That was crazy, in the same way as I am sure Phil Jones didn't think he'd play as many games as he has done this year. Obviously we need a big squad to cope with the number of competitions, so you build up experience."
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Stryd (Run) Power Affecting Strava (Cycling) Power Curve
Strava does not yet support power data in running. That is disappointing, but it is what it is--annoying, but not the real problem.
The real problem is that Garmin recently opened the power channel for Run mode on their devices. This means that a run done with Stryd and recorded on a Garmin in Run mode will import to Strava with the power data, but the power data is "invisible." However, it is still there somewhere and it affects the (cycling) Power Curve.
For example, my cycling FTP is about 340W. This morning I went for an easy run with Stryd. Strava Power Curve now estimates my FTP at 376W and says my best CP20 in the last six weeks and this year is 384W using data from my run this morning. When I click the link for "Sep 29, 2016" on the power curve, it takes me to the file for my run this morning. There is no power data shown anywhere on the Strava file.
Training Peaks can differentiate between run and cycling power, why can't Strava? This is Premium feature that is being corrupted by Strava's inability or unwillingness to adapt to changing technology. Strava needs to:
- adapt to changing technologies, enable run power, and separate run and cycling power data, or
- turn off power data in run entirely, so that it does not corrupt cycling power data in the feature that Premium members pay to access.
Please address this issue promptly. Strava is a great social activity portal that I very much enjoying being a part of. However, with many other options out there with pay walls, I will have trouble justifying renewal of my Premium membership for a sixth year if Strava cannot adapt and correct issues affecting premium services.


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We have four entries for the August Challenge. The idea was to re-tell the Red Riding Hood story and make it fresh – by maintaining the main story, but giving it a new plot line, perspective or Point of View, other characters… whatever our creative writers desired. And I must say they have done a marvellous job. Personally I would find this very hard to judge!
It was a long time coming, but what a great job!
I am posting each of these stories anonymously so you can vote on which story you think is the best, second best, etc.
Red Riding Hood
Hello there! My name is Red Riding Hood. Until a few years ago, they called me the 'Little Red Riding Hood', but not anymore. I am all of 25 and look it too. When I was a little girl of 12, I was sent off into the woods, very irresponsibly, by my mother to drop a basket of goodies to my grandmother. It was years later that I found out that she wasn't my real mother. She was in fact a cruel stepmother who wanted me out of her way so that she could have children of her own with my beloved father.
I digress from the main story.
Well, most of you already know what happened when I travelled through the dark woods, all alone, unsuspecting and innocent. A wolf came along and it surprised me much that it was a wolf that could talk. Now where do you get to see such talking wolves? The little girl that I was, I was mesmerized. The wolf, very cunningly got all the information he wanted from me and went straight to my grandmother's house and gobbled her up. When I reached my grandmother's house, I could see she had changed so much. Something was definitely wrong. Soon, I realized it was that talking wolf who was pretending to be my sick grandmother. But it was too late. He gobbled me up too.
Well, that is the version in the children's books but that isn't the truth at all. This is what really happened. So I met this wolf enroute and I found him to be special because he could converse in the language of humans. He told me about this special pack of wolves deep in the forest that had the gift of speech because they come from interbreeding with some forest people.
Gross, right? But well, weird things happen in this world and this was just one of them. This wolf looked like a wolf but could do everything that humans could. He could walk on his hind legs, gesture with his hands like you and I could and could even wink! For an innocent 12 year old, I was quite taken. I confessed to him that I was fascinated and even began to refer to him as Mr. Wolf like I would do to a real person. I knew very little about what interbreeding meant as a 12 year old and understood it as humans being friends with wolves. I invited him to visit my village to which he responded with great fear in his eyes. He said, the civilized humans had no tolerance for absurdities of nature, like him. I asked him why he chose to come out of the dark woods to speak to me? My question was met with a long silence. Mr. Wolf, cleared his throat like a man would when he is about to confess something. Ofcourse, as a child, I knew none of men's mannerisms. But now that I am all grown up and seen many men come and go, it is a trait I know so well. Mr. Wolf took a deep breath and he wouldn't look at me in the eye when he narrated his confession.
"My pack is dying.", he said.
To this admission, I felt a concern, yet quite uncertain as to what it really meant.
"My mates are dying because there aren't any forest people left. They all killed themselves in their internal bickering. We can't breed among ourselves and it is only the humans, who would willingly breed with us can keep us alive. I followed you and my instincts told me that you are like the forest people, innocent and one with nature. I wanted to lure you away so that many years later, you could help us breed and survive. But now that I have met you, and I know what a kind creature you are, I leave the decision to you."
As a 12 year old, Mr. Wolf's words did not mean much. The only bit that I really understood was that I was to go away with him and that would mean, I wouldn't be able to see my family. Mr. Wolf had all the mark of a gentleman but then he was an animal. For a 12 year old, I must say, I had my wits intact. I told him that I needed time to think. After I met my sick grandmother, I could on my way back, provide him with my answer. Mr. Wolf, had a sly smile on his face and that was when he looked more of an animal than he had since I met him. He said, "By all means, young lady, take your time."
I nodded at him and moved on towards my destination. He called out and said, he would wait for me at the exact same spot. I reached my grandmother's house when the moon was bright and shining. My grandmother, who was sick, was overjoyed to see me. I gave her all the food and gifts my mother had sent for her. I was anxious and my grandmother was quick to notice that. My grandmother, looked into my eyes and said," What is it my dear? You look exactly like your father, you are worried. Out with it now!"
My grandmother was a brave woman. She had brought up my father all by herself and worked very hard until a few years back when age caught up with her. Nothing escaped her knowing eyes. It was matter of minutes before I related the entire story to her. I expected her to laugh at me because I mentioned about a talking Wolf and the breeding deal that he extended to me. I told her, I couldn't go back home now because he would be waiting for me. She listened to me with all seriousness that surprised me. She told me the only thing to do under such trying circumstances was for me to stay on with her. I was ecstatic to hear this and nearly jumped out of my red hood, which by the way, I never take off; even when I am sleeping.
So for the next few days I stayed on with my grandmother, spending time with her and helping her around the house. Often I thought of Mr. Wolf and my conscience tingled for having broken my promise. The other difficulty was there was no way to relay the message of my extended stay to my parents. They would have to make the journey to find out about my whereabouts. One fine day, I was picking berries outside my grandmother's home and I heard a rustling of leaves behind me. I peered into the woods, not far away from my grandmother's home. It did not take me long to recognize the glistening yellow eyes. Mr. Wolf was looking right at me. He revealed himself completely and I let out a loud cry and rushed indoors. I looked out of the window, frightened and my heart thumping in my chest. He was gone. I was scared to step out now. Suddenly I also heard some voices and I was completely surprised to see my mother with a woodcutter heading towards my grandmother's house. I was delighted and was about to rush out when my grandmother held me back with her strong arms. She looked out of the window with me and we overheard them speaking to one another.
"She ought to be in the house because we searched the entire forest for her body. But is seems like she was lucky to pass through these dark woods, unharmed. How I prayed for her to be dead!" said my mother in an angry voice. The woodcutter looked annoyed as he was obviously tired running around the woods with the heavy axe in his hand.
"You shouldn't fail me Andreas. I need her out of my way else I shall forever be a slave to this father-daughter duo", she said with her face crumpling up with intense hate.
Involuntarily, I felt myself shivering. My own mother plotting to kill me! How on earth did it get to that? What did ever do to deserve her hate?
My grandmother pulled me towards her and I looked up at her with tears streaming down my cheeks.
She told me, "Red, your mother isn't who you thought she was. She is your stepmother, who took you on when your own mother died giving birth to you. Your father made your stepmother promise that she should never tell you that she isn't your birth mother"
These were shocking details that completely changed the way I thought about my life. In a few seconds, I was all grown up. My grandmother held me in her arms and asked me to be brave. She said, they would have to get her first before they got to me. That scared me even more as I did not want my grandmother to die for me. Suddenly, it felt as if, it would have been better if I had walked away with Mr. Wolf. It would was solved my stepmother's problem and saved my grandmother's life.
Within seconds, we heard a knock on the door and my grandmother moved to open it. But she hid me under her bed before she opened the door. My stepmother asked my grandmother where I was.
"She never came here. I never saw her."
My stepmother looked around the house and immediately spotted the goodies she had sent in my basket. "You lie, you cunning witch! Kill her and then search for Red."
Andreas strode in with his large axe and in a strong stroke tried to hurt my grandmother. My grandmother dodged his move and ran inside. I couldn't take it anymore and ran towards the door and yelled at my stepmother, "Here I am, leave my grandmother. It is me you want."
Andreas turned towards me and rushed to attack me. My stepmother laughed triumphantly. But something happened and in a matter of seconds, Andreas was knocked out cold and all we could see was a large, hairy creature, making it off to the woods with my stepmother. My grandmother and I were rooted in our places. My grandmother was first to gather her wits and she dragged Andreas body inside and locked him a room. She told me that we needed to create a story for the truth would shatter my father. I agreed to her plan wholeheartedly and we spun this delightful tale around the Little Red Riding Hood and Mr. Wolf. When Andreas came to his senses, he seemed to have lost his memory which worked in our favour. We made him the hero by thanking him profusely by saving our lives by murdering the wolf who had gobbled us up. Thankfully, Andreas bought the story and went to the village feeling all smug and happy about being the hero. Since then we never heard anything from my stepmother, who according to the villagers, was last seen leaving for the woods. My father was devastated but then he had me and we lived happily ever after, especially because grandmother moved in with us.
Well, that was the real story and believe it or not, I have to remind myself about it every now and then, else I too, tend to believe the version that you do. It is funny when sometimes, I think about it, I feel there was no wolf at all that I met on my way and at times I felt that my stepmother was the wolf who escaped into the forest because she couldn't live with us humans anymore. My grandmother is no more with us so there is no one I can turn to, to verify my story. But then, does it matter at all, when all we need is a good story before going to bed.
Red on Grey
The sound of her heels sounded on the pathway. She would have blended seamlessly into the grey of the city, if it were not for the color of her clothes she wore, Red. The young girl wore her solemn expression well. Her cold glassy eyes took nothing away from her beauty. Her bright red hair shone in what little sunlight filtered through the clouds. Red against the dull grey.
She boarded the subway cart in a casualness, uncommon in this time. Time to mean this era as well as location of the sun in the sky. The ticketing sensor at the door buzzed as it read the id implants on the people entering, charging their bank accounts automatically. Feinting indifference to the gaze of the men captivated by this fragile oddity in their otherwise grey lives. Someone may be tempted to talk to her but alas their little electronic devices buzzed with ferocity in their hands and pockets. Emails to be sent, voice mails to be heard, bread to be earned.
None of them were the man that had her attention today and she slipped out at her station without anyone noticing. She was going to meet someone for the first time, an older gentleman who she had made an acquaintance on the internet. Her heart beat fast and her palms were sweaty. She walked at brisk pace but not too fast as to seem overly eager. She was meeting him in a public place. But both had plans to go somewhere private later. This was dangerous but that was partly why she was doing it. The thrill was alluring.
She walked towards the park. She could already see him waiting at the entrance. He had his jacket pulled over him to shield him from the cold winter air. He scanned the passing crowd eagerly, almost hungrily. His eyes came to rest on her just as she did away with her smirk. There was no mistaking her identity, this was the girl he had spoken to. He saw her walking towards the entrance with her hood pulled over her head, lost deep in thought. A lock of hair partly covered her slender face. There was no way to miss her, no way he could look away. She stood out against the landscape of grey office buildings and apartment complexes. There was no better way to describe her than say, it was as if an artist added colour to an old monochrome movie. Red against the dull grey.
"Red?" he Enquired
Feigning a startled expression Red turned to him. "Mr. Groze?" She said letting out the brightest smile Mr. Groze had seen on for the longest time.
They strolled through the park for a bit, casually chatting about their ride over. "I know a nice coffee shop we can visit" Red said "it's just a few blocks from here." She dropped her gaze to her feet as she said the words.
Beaming, Groze was quick to offer to drive both of them to the cafe. "But it would be far more fun to walk there." Red called back as she skipped ahead.
The thought did not thrill Groze, for he had other plans for this innocent girl who until now was playing perfectly into his hands. He pondered how he would steer her skipping feet up to his hotel suite.
Red was stealing peeks of Mr. Groze. Groze, a strange name, spelled differently it meant "big" she picked out from her memories of German classes. Groze Von Wolf had his hair was cut into a short spikey hedge. He was a big man who towered over her buy at least a foot. His chest and arms were broad and muscular, which must have taken a lot work or a lot of money paid to the right body modifier clinic. Red was not bothered by this, she smiled to herself.
He caught Red's smile. "Is she blushing?" He thought to himself. The thought that he had affected this petite beauty to this extent, amused him. He had met her in a chat room, a young, rebellious, energetic little thing who decided that she is wise enough to trust the first man she meets on the the internet. He went through his usual steps, made it obvious to her that he was a cool, handsome, not to mention rich single man, who was looking for a "deep and meaningful" relationship. Catching his reflection in a shop window, "handsome" he thought. The money he had put in body modification was well spent, not that he cared about throwing around that kind of cash for fun. But he needed to be good looking for there was nothing quite like the hunt to Groze, so much more thrilling than the day job. Endless meetings with a stream of overzealous generals and politicians who had knew nothing better than to kiss his ass to increase production of the precious weapons that kept the party in power. Groze was the ideal citizen, as long as the checks kept coming in and the government's agents kept out of his business.
Red skipped ahead cutting the conversation they were having mid sentence. "I know a short cut here!" She said gleefully eager to show off her knowledge of the city. He smiled as she stepped out of sight, her lose red hoodie fluttering in the wind behind her… "Even the joy in her voice was the color red", he thought, "Red against the dull grey"
He trotted after her, expecting her to have reached the other side by the time he turned the corner. Instead, he found her waiting towards the middle of the alleyway, leaning on the wall. The alleyway was dark and damp with trash strewn on the ground. This was definitely not a place fit for Groze, he should be up in his suite on the hundred and fiftieth floor. He walked over to her to see why she had stopped, his patience wearing thin.
Red looked up into his blue eyes and placed her left hand on his chest. She gently pushed him back to the wall, all the while her sweet smile mesmerizing him. Groze didn't like the idea of standing in this rat infested filth, let alone get physical with a woman. But this girl was gorgeous and if this was her weird fantasy, then he would make an exception just this once.
She traced the outlines of his chest under his tight shirt. She could feel his muscle, tight and hard under his shirt. She felt his heart beat quicken under her hand.
"You're Groze Von Wolf, aren't you?" She said as she lovingly drew lines, with her fingers, over his heart.
"Huh?" Groze managed to mutter. Despite his importance, he wasn't famous. At least not outside the people of the party and upper defense.
"I recognise you. You have something to do with the Nanobuild corporation." She said with a sparkle in her eyes. "You make the nanogen ceramics and weapons."
"Yes that's me. I own the company." He said laughing. "Now what does a little girl like you know about Nanoceramic?"
"Everything…" Said the little girl as she thrust her right hand out with tremendous speed. The ceramic blade protruding from an opening in her palm, slipped perfectly between the two ribs that her index and thumb were tracing. The blade cut straight through the muscle, ripping the heart open. She held the wound shut with her left hand.
Groze, in shock and panic, pushed with the animalistic rage of a provoked lion who was off his guard. His enhanced muscles went into overdrive to get the little red demon off of him.
As his body started to fail, it suddenly dawned on him. "Cyborg." he whispered hoarsely, staring into her now red eyes.
Red's smile never flickering, drew the blade, spun and side stepped to avoid the spray of blood.
"Should have sided with the rebellion, man. Grandma sends her regards." Said Red, watching him go limp, body hitting the floor.
Red let the blade slide back into her arm before placing her hands back into her Hoodie pocket, innards of which were lined with a high absorbent micro fiber. In a few seconds there was no trace of deed that was just done. Her fake id implant picked a new id tag from its list and loaded a completely new identity. She turned and walked away, leaving the body on the floor. The blood pooling around it on the grayish dirty asphalt. Red against the dull grey.
Granny's Story
"Where's that ninny of a girl?" Granny complained as she paced around her kitchen floor, rolling pin in hand and a ball of dough on her counter.
She wiped her hands on her blue apron with a pocket on the front for important things like keys, a torch and a whistle for emergencies.
"It's my fault," she muttered as she went to address the cinnamon-spiced dough all ready to be rolled and cut into biscuits. The oven was preheated to a good steady 2000C. "If I moved closer to the town we wouldn't all worry every time she came to visit me. But, how can I? There's so much here that's me. My memories. My life. My history and our legends." And she brushed a tear from her cheek smearing it with flour. Oh, well, I may as well get on with these. The silly child that she is has probably stopped to pick flowers or chase squirrels. Fifteen years old and she still behaves like a kid."
Granny went at the dough with some energy, pummelling and kneading it more than she intended to. She shook her head and continued to talk to herself, "Dorothy! I've said often enough to her mother, you're spoiling her. Imagine giving a teenage girl her own motorbike. I understand that they all have them, but really!" And she shook her head as she pulled out the star-shaped cookie cutter and set to work placing each perfect, sharply cut biscuit on the baking sheet. Granny knew how to keep those cutters honed as keen as a blade.
As she turned to place the biscuits in the oven, she thought she saw something whizz past her window. She looked again and all she saw was the lovely forest, with the leaves just turning gold and russet in the early autumn sunshine. This was where she'd spent her entire married life, raised three children who had all flown off into the town or city nearby, and lost her loving husband to a wolf attack.
"Those wolves," she said, pursing her lips, "They wouldn't dare come this way again." And she glanced at the nearby axe with its red handle and its hefty blade that she was able to wield in her work-strengthened hands. She patted her pants' pocket making sure her .22LR revolver's comforting weight was still there if she needed it. That was something she kept close to her all the time. It was a good little gun for a close wolf attack.
Granny set the timer on the oven and opened the back door a crack, nothing and no one. She opened the door and stepped out onto the back patio, clapping her hands to rid them of the excess flour. The forest stretched out, calm and serene, as far as she could see. Her eyesight was still acute and now with her new spectacles she could see every leaf on the tree. Her ears were sharp too, attuned to the natural sounds of the forest, the birds chirping, the stream in the distance and the occasional chatter of squirrels and other woodland creatures. So, when she heard the heavy crunching of tires on the gravel road beyond her entry gate, she hastily pulled off her apron, ran back into the kitchen and shut the back door.
"Who could that be?" It didn't sound at all like Little Red's motorbike, more like a heavier vehicle, a car perhaps. She waited behind the drawn curtain of her hallway window peeping through a crack that she pulled open between the curtain panels.
Her eyes popped.
She'd never seen such an imposing, sleek car in her life. It was a shiny onyx black, so dense it seemed to suck the light out of its immediate surroundings. Its wheel guards were like the well-contoured haunches of a lynx as it prepared to leap. And the front of the car appeared to imitate a big cat leaping forward.
A dapper, city-dressed man slowly emerged from the front, unfolding his long legs, encased in slim tweed trousers. As he stepped onto the gravel something about his piercing eyes made granny drop the curtain, but she felt he had sensed her standing behind the window. His boots grated over the pebbles as he walked to her door and rapped the old knocker, choosing that over the newly installed electric bell.
She waited a good minute before she flipped the lace panel aside and using her frail, old-woman voice, asked through the letter slot, "Who is it?"
"I'm sorry to bother you," came a rich baritone voice that Granny couldn't associate with the reedy thin legs she had seen emerging from the car. "I'm Victor Lapin, I'm your granddaughter Rose's friend. She has something for me that I'd given her to carry. She told me she'd be coming this way today. And rather than go into town I thought I'd collect it here."
As she peered through the slit in the curtain, Granny saw that there were two other men in the back of the car. 'Too many' she thought.
"Boss" one of the men called out. "Boss!"
"What now Lucas?" Victor Lapin almost growled.
"It's urgent." Lucas replied.
As he stepped away from the door, Granny was able to get a better look at Victor Lupus. 'He is well named,' she thought sizing up his dark eyes, slicked back black hair just streaked with grey, when he turned around, she pursed her lips, he even had narrow hips and a rolling gait. 'No siree, this is no friend of Rose.'
Victor and Lucas exchanged a few sharp words, then Victor nodded, and the old woman clearly heard him say, "Go get her."
'I do not like this' thought Granny, slipping the chain guard on the door as she rushed to the back of the house and double bolted the kitchen door. Then she opened the door to her larder and hunkered down behind the big sacks of potatoes and flour. 'If only there was a way of warning Little Red'. She smiled at the memory of the nickname, taken from that old Grimm's tale and for the very same reason. Rose always liked to wear a hood, whether it was on a cape, or a jacket, even her summer t-shirts had a hood attached and there was always some hint of red in it.
She heard the shattering of a glass. 'They've broken in. if I sit really still and steady my heart they'll not find me. I should have brought the axe in here with me. If Rose doesn't come, they will probably leave. Oh heavens! My biscuits!'
"Granny, ohh granny!" she heard Victor Lapin call out in that deep voice of his, to which he'd added a little-boy lilt. "Don't hiiiide, I will find yoooou"
His boots thudded on the tiles of her kitchen floor. Granny held her breath. But her heart echoed in her ears as the sound of his boots came closer to the larder.
"Mmmm!" he said, "biscuits! How nice of you granny. Where are you granny? Blast! These biscuits smell so good and strong I can't smell anything else. Can you?"
'Oh God! There's another one with him. I can't handle two of them.' And for the first time Granny wished she could have locked the larder door. But her heartbeat steadied as she heard the sound of his boots retreat further away from the door.
There was a muffled response from the other man.
The next thing she heard was Rose screaming, "What have you done with my Granny? Let me go!"
"Just give me your basket dear and I'll leave." Victor's deep voice wasn't quite so soft this time.
"There's nothing in it, except custard and fruit and some chocolates from the town." Rose snapped. "I thought you were a gentleman, Mr.Lapin. Why are your goons handling me like this?"
"All I want is your basket, Little Red." Lapin's voice had an edge to it that was almost menacing.
Granny had by now crept up to the larder door and was peering through the cracks in its slats. She could see Rose standing in the centre of the kitchen, one man, the one she thought was Lucas had his hand on Rose's arm and was squeezing it tight. He was burly and heavy featured; his eyes were drawn into a narrow squint and his big nose twitched.
The other man was lean and slightly built with narrow shoulders and a long face and chin. He leaned against the broken kitchen window where the door now stood ajar. His bushy eyebrows were drawn as he appeared to be looking at his own slender fingers, while casting his eyes around
Lapin had his back to Granny and Rose was across from him.
"Why don't you just give me your basket?" he asked Rose. As he turned to Lucas and said, "Let go of her arm Lucas, she can't do anything now."
Lucas released his grip of the girl's arm and she turned and shot him a hard glare.
'That's the spirit! My dear' Granny smiled grimly to herself.
"Why do you want my basket, Mr Lapin? I told you there's nothing in it."
"Ah, my dear, but there is. I slipped it in when I met you earlier on. So just give it to me and we'll leave."
"Here it is then!" Rose said as she flung the basket at Lapin. The custard splashed against his face blinding him.
Lucas lunged forward to grab Rose's arm when Granny flew out of the larder with her .22LR in her hand she shot him in the chest killing him instantly.
Lapin having wiped his eyes grabbed Granny's arm, but his hands were still slippery from the custard so she twisted round and rammed the butt of the revolver against his nose.
"Red! The biscuits," Granny shouted.
The third man rushed towards them but Rose had by now grabbed the rolling pin and she swung it with both hands against his face cracking his jaw and then grabbing the pot holder she opened the oven door and smashed the hot baking tray, biscuits and all, onto Lapin's head, while Granny shot him in the knee to prevent any further assaults.
Granny looked at Rose. "Call the police," she said quite out of breath by now.
"Let's tie these fellows up, first. Granny keep that gun at their heads."
Rose rushed into the larder, where she knew granny kept the rope, and trussed Lapin and his third accomplice together back to back. Then she called the police while granny put on some water for coffee.
Just then Victor Lapin gained consciousness. He looked at Rose, narrowed his eyes and said, "I will get you some day, Little Red."
"No," said Granny with a knowing smile, "You never will, Mr Lapin. That's not how this story goes."
"What do you mean, Granny?" asked Little Red.
"Child," said granny, with a knowing smile, "you really should know your own folk tales and legends. And know them well."
Just then the police cars came up, their sirens flashing.
After they'd taken Lapin and his accomplice and Lucas' body, the inspector turned to Granny, "You need to be careful, lady. These men are known to be dangerous robbers and are in fact wanted for a recent robbery."
"It was self-defence," Granny asserted, "He was attacking my granddaughter."
"There will be a hearing, but yes we can testify that it was self defence, we can see that."
After they'd left, Granny turned to Rose, "Did they really put something in your basket, dear?"
Little Red smiled quietly as she dangled a beautiful diamond pendant that had been concealed under her jacket all along.
Wolves & The Color Red
His mad eyes behind the bushes glanced at the hunters one by one, there were too many of them. 'Mama was right, after all.' He thought, his fur grazed the branches he hid in, his spine one with the curves they drew. He had to remain quiet or else he would alert them to his whereabouts too soon.
"Nothing here, Sir!" Said one of the hunters reporting to the hideous looking man in the middle of the armed group. The hideous man nodded, the moonlight skirting upon his face, illuminating the deep scars on his skin. Those were the marks of his kind, just as the cloak he wore; it was unmistakably wolf skin, draped around his shoulders like a common sheet.
"Look closely, Henri! He's here…I can feel it!" Said the man in the wolf skin, he hardly noted how their kind spoke but years of being their prey made him know their tongue all too well. The wolf in the bushes was still, unwavering in his need to survive this, for any little movement of his paws would alert them to his whereabouts.
"Sir, the trail leads down to Mrs Fouchette's cottage." Shouted another hunter.
"That is exactly why we are here, you imbecile, just find the cursed animal!" Hissed the man in the wolf skin, striding towards the loud hunter with murderous intent.
Mrs Fouchette, had it coming or 'Grandmother' as the unconscious redhead called her, ahhh curses! If only he had gotten to the girl before her screams were heard, perhaps then he wouldn't be in this current predicament.
Suddenly, all stood still, he heard it too, his brothers call for him, the cursed animal these humans sought shivered at the intensity of the sounds his kind made, they were close to where he was.
AWUUUOOOO! They howled, the sound of their paw steps coming closer and closer, rushing into the sinister forest to where he hid, they growled low, while the humans beyond him turned over and over, their useless sight did not register where his brothers were, but he could; they were around them, their red eyes glittered in the darkness and suddenly all turned gruesome.
They pounced, their lethal claws drawn, their snares against the horrified expressions of the hunters until their teeth found flesh, and he watched enraptured, seduced by the screams they made as beast fed on human, they colored his vision with the sight of blood, torn flesh beckoned his senses, drawing him forward to the deviant feast they made, the branches fell away as he exposed himself, his black fur a sign of his royal bearing, his eyes as green as the dark leafy branches around him, his eyes looked upon the fallen would be hunters with inner gloating, his chest drawing breath as he too howled to the moon in praise of their victory over the dreaded two legged creatures. He saw some of their victims twitch at the legs, only to draw the wolves back to gouge at the fallen men with their sharp fangs. Celestina, Dram, and Gunner had come for him, their bodies larger than the common wolves; their fangs like his; overlapped their canine lips except theirs were marked with blood that dripped down the forest floor.
"Did you do it?" Celestina asked him, her snarl made his erect ears twitch, she was the deadliest of all.
" I did." He replied, his green eyes on her crazed red gaze.
"Where is she? Where is she?" She asked stepping forward, excitement for her next kill.
Dram and Gunner remained a few paces back indulging in the torn bits of the hunters they had over thrown.
"Colban, I need to see her…give her to me!" Growled Celestina her eyes on the branches behind him, her powerful snout sniffing his catch despite the blood in the air.
He had caught their tormentor, the witch, the girl in the red cloak that made them prey to the worthless lot of humans, she had designed their lives for them, a contract she had made with the forces of the underworld so that they would never see sunlight or day, nothing but this pit of darkness she allowed for them.
And when he had cornered her, threatened her to reverse it, she screamed for her grandmother, the ancient witch that had trained her to her ways. The treacherous thing made him the villain while she fainted to the ground; he had barely gotten out of there with the girl draped on his back. She had been light, her scent was that of a young girl but not a child, it was those awkward human years that turned these creatures into the most horrendous acts.
Mrs Fouchette tracked him with gunshots of course, followed by the hunters on horses, shooting at him as if he was a common fox fresh out of a hen house. But the red-cloaked girl had fashioned them to adapt well in the darkness, and he had used her cursed gift to his advantage, it had been the perfect clearing, the perfect hiding place to commence watch on what had happened.
The girl stirred, and he heard the leaves beneath her crack as she moved, humans had no stealth when it came to movement, they announced their existence in loud ways that offended the wild. Colban watched as Celestina fell on her in an instant, drawing the girl's wide blue eyes in full alertness. "Don't…Please…I didn't mean it!" She wept, as she slid further and further away from Celestina's grip, until her back came against a tree bark behind her. The black Colban watched, as Celestina drew her claws over the girl's leg, exposed from beneath her thick skirt, she did not mar her skin yet, but simply graze her thigh in a threatening manner. "Give it back, you witch!" Celestina growled, her crazed red gaze against the girl's wet blue eyes. What Celestina meant by 'It' was their lives, but she did not pronounce it well in her elation, for wolf to human tongue did not translate as smoothly for her.
The girl was weeping as they surrounded her, her slim shoulders shook, sending her long red hair to weave about her form, the red cloak fell away down her back onto the dirt flooring of the dark forest, and slowly her girlish voice thickened as she continued to cry. "I don't want to…"She wept, her voice visibly changing from the desperate whimpers into something other worldly, frenzied. "Idon'twant! Idon'twant!" She chorused in that rabid, diabolical tone, his brothers took a step back wary of the creature beyond them, and bit by it, the girl's fair skin fell away, exposing the monster within her.
The scarlet snake, a giant serpent that enveloped the clearing they stood in, its eyes as icy as its heart, and they jumped in union as it's poisoned fangs drew to attack. It cackled and swayed, as they too drew their fangs to gap menacingly.
His mother had been right about this too, she had foreseen tonight's events in her visions and had warned him that a danger would come that would trigger light and darkness to collide. He had assumed that they were the darkness his mother spoke of until now; the beast beyond them slithered from side to side, it's eyes taking note of their numbers in a calculating manner that unnerved him, he abhorred the footless beings just as much as he did humans, but these were harder to asses, they made very little sound and were much harder to read in battle. Nevertheless, he was the prince of his pack, and a true wolf never cowered.
The snake lunged its long form towards Celestina first, its fangs bit into her ginger back mercilessly while his sister cried out in helpless pain, the snake shook her from side to side, her fangs penetrated her thick fur to her actual flesh, it had marked her as the most powerful and had seen to it that she die first. They Growled and barked in fury, their eyes narrowing as they watched the cursed creature throw away their sister like refuse, she fell on the bushes, her face to them, her eyes blank with nothing but darkness, her ginger fur drenched with her blood.
Gunner lunged then, his crazed paw work shaking the ground as he scratched the snake's exposed front, the most prone to their attacks for it's back was as hard as rock and their fangs and claws could never penetrate it, Gunner's attack served to draw their sharp attacks into the most suitable spot. Dram came next, his fangs sunk into the snakes exposed front while Gunner circled it in an effort to distract it. Lastly it was his turn, the black Colban, he and his brothers jumped upon the swaying snake still reeling from their brutal scarring.
His fangs sunk into it's chest, while his brothers captured it at the throat, they drew it backwards until it swayed and fell upon it's back, Dram and Gunner bit abundantly upon their killer's throat, while he dug into it's skin like a dog to dirt, drawing it's blue blood to pour over him, until he finally saw it; the repulsive heart that was beating under the skin. He tore at it, while the snake screeched maddeningly to the black heavens. The dark heart he had between his teeth shattered and fell in worthless lumps of blackness upon the blood-muddied floor.
They were finally saved, the skies lit a thousand colors above them, never had they seen more light, while he watched the heavens twinkle and move in clouds of color, his brothers moved towards their dead sister pulling her down from the harsh bushes. The did it, but not without a casualty, for the black heart of their nemesis would never allow the darkness of their world to fade without one of their own as payment.
Celestina had died well, and as they dragged her battered body down the shimmering pathway towards their home, they heard the unmistakable mocking laughter of the girl in the red cloak behind them followed by her sickening, jovial voice saying, "Let's meet again, Mr. wolf."
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High School has learned that they are in the top 25 remaining
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But, for this to happen, the school needs the support of the
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Now, I'm by no means an audiophile. I have perfect pitch, but I'm actually pretty content with standard speakers 90% of the time. I have no desire to replace the speakers in my 1997 Honda Accord, for example, although the left one is occasionally going out and once it's gone for good they'll need to be replaced.
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DREADFUL DEATH ON THE PRAIRIES -Lost and Frozen.-A Mr. Mackenzie this day met his death on the prairies of Minnesota under the following distressing circumstances, the account of which is extracted from "The North-Wester," published at the Red River settlement :-
A party, including Mr. Mackenzie, started from Georgetown, at the mouth of the Buffalo River, to cross the prairie to Fort Larry. They started December 23d, taking mules. The latter gave out in three days, distance only half done, and provisions getting short. Here they were helpless, in the heart of a vast, dreary, unknown prairie, in a cold, bleak month, far beyond the reach of all sympathy and aid, with starvation staring them in the face.
On Thursday, the 29th, Mr Mackenzie resolved to reach Pembina, and send back succor. The engineer accompanied him. The day was cold and stormy, and a bitter blast from the north drove them back. They all camped together that night near Pine River, about fifty miles from Pembina. In the morning Mackenzie started again alone. He had a presentiment that he would not get through. He wore but one thin coat, and was lightly clad throughout, wish to be as little burdened with clothes as possible, as he intended to run most of the way. A bit of [pemicam], the size of his fist, was all his food. On Monday morning David Tait pushed ahead, and reached Pembina the same evening. Mr M. had not been there.
Two men were sent, and they fell in with the remnant of the party shortly after midnight on Tuesday, and, after supplying their urgent needs, went off in search of Mackenzie. Wednesday they came upon traces which brought them to his corpse. After leaving his companions, he seemed to have followed the trail for a considerable distance, and then to have lost his way. Night came upon him, and, bewildered by the growing darkness and the drifting snow, he made towards a clump of trees, with the intention, probably, of kindling a fire. If such was his object, he seemed to be unable to accomplish it; and his beaten track showed that, to keep himself from freezing, he had spent the hours of that lonesome night in running round in a circle.
With the break of day, he again started across the trackless waste, every step that he took carrying him farther and farther from the spot which he was straining every nerve to reach. Another weary day of fruitless travel was followed by a second night even more dreary than the first. Again he had managed to stave off what he must have felt to have been the hour of dissolution, by long hours of ceaseless activity. A third day's journey brought his towards Lac des Roseaux. Here he attempted to run around as before; but the strength and courage which had heretofore sustained him now forsook him.
He dragged his tired footsteps through the loose snow toward a tree, from which he plucked a branch and hung thereon a shred of his tattered coat, as a signal to mark his dismal resting-place; he next tore off another branch of the same tree which he placed as a pillow for his cold bed, and then laid upon it his weary head and died. His right hand was on his heart, and his left hung by his side, firmly holding a compass. The body gave indications of having undergone great suffering. Some portions of it had been frozen and thawed many times in succession, before death intervened and released it from further anguish.
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The Helicopter Safety Steering Group (HSSG) met on Monday to discuss preliminary findings of last week's Eurocopter EC225 ditching in the North Sea. Fourteen people on board the Bond Offshore-operated helicopter escaped without injury after the pilots experienced a loss of gearbox oil pressure and landed upright on the water. The May 10 incident led Bond to temporarily ground its EC225 fleet, along with the AS332L2, but the company is working with Eurocopter to "find a solution" and return the helicopters to service. The Air Accident Investigation Branch discovered a "360-degree circumferential crack in the bevel gear vertical shift" of the main gearbox, which appears to have disengaged the drive to both mechanical oil pumps. Reports have also surfaced that the engine experienced a malfunction on April 19. HSSG—which set up a web page for information about the incident—includes UK helicopter operators, offshore trade and pilot unions, oil and gas contractors and other regulators involved with Step Change in Safety.Related: Safety News


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AKRON, Ohio (AP) -- With the backdrop of an uncertain economy, shrinking unions and company cost-cutting, Goodyear and the Steelworkers are negotiating on a new national contract covering 8,000 tire workers at six plants.
The first round of talks in Cincinnati ended Thursday and recessed.
With the contract between the Akron-based Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co. and United Steelworkers of America expiring July 27, both sides have plenty of time and indicated the talks would be in recess until June while they evaluate each other's opening positions.
There's been no talk of a strike, and it wasn't clear whether the union would use the talks as a pattern to set the stage for negotiations during the summer with tire makers Bridgestone-Firestone and Michelin-BFGoodrich. The company contracts expire the same day.
Steelworkers struck Goodyear for three months in 2006.
The last time the national contract for Goodyear's union workforce expired in 2009, the nation was struggling to rebound from the Great Recession and unemployment was 9.4 percent. Goodyear lost $375 million that year.
Now, the unemployment rate in March in the U.S. fell to a four-year low of 7.6 percent. At the same time, the nation's union movement has seen its nationwide membership shrink to its lowest levels since at least the 1930s — 6.6 percent in the private sector.
Goodyear earned $183 million last year, aggressively pushing high-end tires and working to control costs.
The tire industry has been aided by a revived American auto industry, which had its best performance in five years in 2012.
The union signaled that it would highlight Goodyear's improving situation, particularly in its core North American market, in the talks.
"Overall, the industry is like the economy - it's limping along, although Goodyear North American Tire is doing much better due in part to work we have done in the past," USW international vice president Tom Conway said in an email Friday.
"The USW recognizes that fact and we will raise it with the company. The economy as a whole provides a somewhat better environment than it was during the 2009 talks when we were still fully in the grips of a recession."
Goodyear's earnings report on Friday underscored its push to trim expenses: it sold fewer tires globally in the first quarter of 2013 compared with the January-March 2012 period but earned $26 million, reversing an $11 million loss.
The talks cover workers at plants in Akron; Gadsden, Ala.; Buffalo, N.Y.; Topeka, Kan.; Danville, Va., and Fayetteville, N.C.
"Goodyear competes in a global industry, so cost is a significant challenge," company spokesman Ed Markey said in an email summarizing key goals in the negotiations.
"We will review many issues that are important to both sides, including productivity, flexibility in our factories and pensions and health care costs."
In 2006, the company won the green light to close a Tyler, Texas, plant and the outdated Union City, Tenn., plant closed after the 2009 contract left its jobs unprotected. The company declined to specify if any plant was on a current hit list to close or if it would seek contract concessions.
Commenting on the initial talks, Goodyear said they were progressing positively, adding, "Goodyear and the USW have exchanged a few beginning proposals and both sides have decided to work in their respective locations to review the details of the proposals with their actuaries."
The union said in a brief update that wages, health care and pensions top the list of issues at the bargaining table.
Thomas McIntosh, 50, a 25-year Goodyear employee who handles union grievances in Akron, said the economy and shrinking union rolls have limited rank-and-file expectations.
Their goal in the negotiations: "Keeping what they have and they are not really interested in gaining anything," McIntosh said in his union office located over a hill from Goodyear's slick new corporate headquarters.
"I don't hear anything about pay raises, you know, or more vacation, just, 'let me keep what I have'."
In its opening pitch to the union, the company pressed its case for more flexibility and understanding that higher wages would be passed along to customers.
"Manufacturing must be able to adjust and flex production," Steve McClellan, president of Goodyear's North American tire unit, told the union in the company's opening statement April 22.
"We must be flexible and responsive to remain competitive. It all comes back to building the right tire, at the right time, for the right cost."
For now, rank-and-file workers are wary and hoping for the best, McIntosh said.
"Any time it's a contract year, there's a heightened sense of doom and gloom just because what the company's going to come for," he said. "We're so whittled down now, we just want what we got."


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Looking over Motorola's latest earnings, it's hard to imagine that the company once claimed more than a fifth of global handset sales. Reporting a surprise second-quarter profit of a single cent per share this morning, Motorola (MOT) said it shipped 14.8 million phones last quarter–down nearly 50 percent year-over-year. Its market share fell to 5.5 percent in the second quarter.
Motorola's explanation for the shortfall? The company doesn't seem to have one, although it says it's looking forward to launching a more "differentiated" handset lineup later this year. During a conference with analysts, Motorola co-CEO Sanjay Jha said the company plans to bring a number of devices running Google's (GOOG) Android mobile OS to market in the months ahead.
"We will have two Android devices by the holidays," said Jha. "And we have plans for more devices in the first quarter of 2010." These will get the company "back in the game in smartphones," Jha added, noting that most of the devices the company plans to launch next year will fall under that category. "Our core strategy really is to take Android as low down on the feature-phone tier as we possibly can," he said.
For Motorola, which has been losing money and market share for longer than anyone cares to remember, that's a wise move. A killer Android handset at a reasonable price would do much to carry the company toward its hoped-for turnaround. But as Avian Securities analyst Matt Thornton notes, developing such a device is no easy task when a number of other handset makers are building Android devices as well.
"Motorola made the right choice and the only choice with Android," Thornton said. "It remains to be seen how Motorola will differentiate itself from its competitors."


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